A Doomsday ahead of me

   Friends says, success in making

My first seminar calls me

   Urging to wrest over Thinking.

A hard day coming on the Way

   All we have to, is compel it;

Letting undone to be inverted

   Making Victory a new Habit.

Fun of 3 years, here in University

   Suddenly abolished from Eyesight;

Duty surpassed every Pleasure

   Just Dreaming in broad day light.

All those late night Parties

  With every single class bunk;

 Persists in my memory

   Nothing but like gold-full trunk.

Countdown of final-year started

   As if leaving happiness over;

Can’t forget this cynosure

  It is alive in my soul forever.